14 Quotes by Jessica Warman

Somehow she always seems blurred, as though to focus on anything that exists beyond a canvas might prove too difficult for her tiny frame to handle. When I was a very little girl, whenever she made me angry, I would imagine a strong wind simply blowing her away.

But I know he’ll call, no matter what shape he’s in. Even when I hate him, I love him. Even when he stops calling, I hear his voice. Will is my only brother. Without each other – without the invisible thread that binds us together, no matter how weak or frayed it becomes – we are simply drifting, all alone, without anything like a compass to know where we’re headed.

I remember my brother as such a gentle and loving child, the best big brother a girl could hope for, but I remember when I started to sense our family’s world tilting on its axis, the kaleidoscope turning, when things started to go wrong. From then on, it was like we were still ourselves, but our lives played out as though reflected back to us from a funhouse mirror.

Just like every other year, there’s a kind of death in the air as the summer is squelched by autumn. It is a lonely feeling.

You know, I believe that people need to find what they love to do most in the world, what they’re best at, and then they need to use that ability to make the world better.